[Intro: Black Child]
Yo
Y'all n***as don't know
But we about to fuckin' let y'all know
You gon' get a motherfuckin up close, interview with the motherfuckin' murderers
N***as is gon' let y'all know
About us
The Murderers

[Verse 1: Black Child]
I'm that n***a that just came home from jail
I'm that n***a that's black as hell
I'm that n***a that don't give a fuck, I'm foul
I'm a murderer, motherfucker, Black Child

[Verse 2: Vita & Tah Murdah]
I'm that, boss bitch that'll scheme on your man
I'm that, evil bitch that'll fuck up your plans
I'm so, dangerous you can't fuck with this, bitch
Vita, murda mistress (Yo)

[Verse 3: Tah Murdah]
See I'm that, n***a that'll hit 'em for dope
And I'm that n***a to bust the fo, and crush the rows
See I'm that, n***a that'll kick in your door
And duct tape you, leave you unaware of where we take you
I'm that, revolver spittin' and barrel turnin', hard headed n***a who never learned but guns stay burnin'
And I'm that n***a the quick [?] heard of
Quick clip inserta, bitch, Tah slash Murdah
[Verse 4: Black Child]
Who that n***a? Tah Murdah from Murder Inc
Oh, you that n***a killin' n***as before they blink
Shoot that n***a, you know me, I don't think
Just spit it and get acquitted and blow 'em outta sink

[Verse 5: Tah Murdah]
Black Child that n***a from across the way
Oh yeah I heard of you, n***a
Let the torred spray, ok
Poke holes in n***as like OJ, when it's gun play
N***as we blow 'em away

[Verse 6: Vita & Ja Rule]
Ay where that n***a J to A to R-U-L-E, probably
Up in the broad on Broadway (All day)
Herbs who learn the hard way
While y'all pigeons parlay
We bring it any (Uh) and every way

[Verse 7: Ja Rule]
Motherfucker who you dealin' with?
That n***a
Platinum in three weeks, I'm that n***a
Can I Get A, Holla Holla, my n***a?
Run up in hoes, possibly yours, I'm that n***a
Pain ain't something I fear, I swear n***as
I'mma clap up bury his area, 'cause I'm that n***a
Movies, yeah baby, I'm that n***a
Portraying all the murderers and drug dealers
See I'm that n***a for life, fuck with us, J to A, come on now, y'all know me, n***a
[Outro: Irv Gotti & [?] & Ja Rule]
Murderers?
N***as can't be fuckin' serious (Bitches love murderers)
(Top news tonight, murda seems to be the new thing for the millennium)
The Murderers are cominnnnn'!
(My baby girl at home and she's only 5 years old screamin' "It's murda", I want them n***as off the air, get them n***as outta here)
(Murder Inc. Records? I ain't playin' that bullshit)
Tah Murdah
Them n***as ain't no motherfuckin' murderer
I'm a fuckin' murderer (Murda, murda, murda) (Haha) (The only thing n***as respect)
I murda for fun ([?] [?] [?] murda, n***a)
We rip babies heads off (Hahaha)
Album three, the first of the murda